A book of poems
is like a books of lies...

You can hope and
pray and dream...

What is happiness?
Is it nothing but a dream...

When you kneel down to pray
The first thing you say...

Sometimes when I am lonely
And sometimes when I’m afraid...

You said it's over
You said we're through...

Remember the nights
Remember those days...

You and me are over
You and me are through...

You want me to be perfect.
You want me to be great...